You know what I have yet to do? Brag that I got a picture with Sean Lennon.

Photo by Vanessa Pena, Photo editing by me.
Don't even try to hate. You know it's good. 

Okay, if you're one of my socially networked buddies on the twits or the tumbs, you're pretty tired of me talking about it, but you know what? I don't care.

And if you're not ...


 Twitter and Tumblr.


Go on, jump on my crazy train.



So anyway, DO YOU HAVE ANY FRIGGIN' CLUE HOW AWESOME I AM?! I TOOK A PICTURE WITH SEAN LENNON!!!

January 23, 2011. The Troubadour. Los Angeles.

Yes. This Troubadour.

The place where Lennon Senior was so AWESOMELY and drunkenly removed in '74?! Yeah. I KNOW! So, after I panicked about that for like a good week, the day had come. My "Ethel Mertz" AKA Vanessa and I picked up Bronwyn and off we girls went like thieves into the night- only I was nervously laughing and talking really fast and a little too loud and a little too much so turns out a good thing we didn't actually thief. We'd never have made it. I'm an embarrassment to even myself. 

So we ate, and I talked about puking the whole time. And then I geeked and had to have my pic taken in front of The Beatles on Hollywood Blvd. I had to; I was live facebooking my arrest, okay? 

And then we rolled up on Sunset, like rockstars, and stood in the ENORMOUS line, unlike rockstars. I started rambling on again about live facebooking my arrest and the woman in line in front of me looked at me like she was going to call the police on me herself and save Sean the hassle. I was off to an excellent start. 

So in we go- I start drinkin' (necessity) and we stand around for maybe a million years through some opening act and more waiting. And then Ghost of a Saber Tooth Tiger roll on stage and I begin mega- stare hoping against rationality that Sean senses my brain waves of love and decides to run away with me. He did look at me once, so it might have worked. I'm not totally ruling it out.

Photo by Vanessa Pena

See? Like he's staring into my soul. 

Photo by Vanessa Pena

Photo by Vanessa Pena

Photo by Vanessa Pena

Photo by Vanessa Pena

So the show ends but not after Sean made a crack about his dad being thrown out of the place. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I realized he was leaving my life! and then Sean mentions that they'll be hanging out at the merch table. PAYDAY. I would walk up to him and he would propose. I knew it. So in line we went. Again. 

Photo by Vanessa Pena

Did I happen to mention that there are some freaky people hanging out in Hollywood after dark? Because, yeah. And they were waiting in line too. So was a guy dressed as a clown-bum or something. Not me though. I was calm, cool, collected, charming. All those "c" words. 

This is me about to cry and puke because I was getting too close to an actual real life Lennon. 

Photo by Bronwyn Gamble

And so, somehow, with Bronwyn's help and speaking ability, I bought a cd I already owned and got it signed. 

Photo by Vanessa Pena

Photo by Vanessa Pena

Photo by Bronwyn Gamble

Photo by Bronwyn Gamble

And somehow I squeaked out to Charlotte that I would like a picture and it turned into a me hogging photo-shoot. Sorry suckas behind me in line. HAHAHAHA. 

Photo by Vanessa Pena

Photo by Vanessa Pena

Photo by Vanessa Pena

Photo by Vanessa Pena

Photo by Bronwyn Gamble

Photo by Bronwyn Gamble

Photo by Bronwyn Gamble

Although, I nearly puked the entire time. And I don't think I spoke more than a few words of rudimentary English and choking sounds and gurgles and I think part of me died at one point. I remember so very little. My legs were shaking so bad and my heart was racing and we left the Troubadour and I screamed, fell onto the cement, I may have peed myself, I don't remember.

I fangirled. I flat out fangirled. 

Photo by Vanessa Pena

The John Lennon Troubadour story is in this blog post if you'd like to revisit that. And why wouldn't you? 

Beautiful Boy - Man. And hot. Did I mention hot?

Sean Lennon. *Sigh*

Yes. At first I bought a Sean Lennon album only because of who his parents are. I admit that. But something happened that I wasn't expecting. I enjoyed it.

Being a Beatle fan, it's impossible to not know who Sean Taro Ono Lennon is, who his mother is; "She who broke up the Beatles!" As a Beatle fan or a John Lennon fan, the image of Sean goes something like this.

In the 90s sometime, he reemerged from pop-culture trivia (to my knowledge anyway) looking a little...um...,

“When I was 15, a cabdriver asked me if I was Paul McCartney’s daughter.” -Sean Lennon.

I've read that that is what made him decide to cut his hair. Thank god! Because OMG. So after seeing him looking like the male version of Saffron from AbFab about 15 years ago, I didn't expect to be so overcome by how impossibly COOL he's become.

I guess that must be what happens to you when you come from a Beatle and a conceptual artist. And you grow up in Central Park. And someone calls you Paul McCartney's daughter.

His last album was "Friendly Fire." Buy it. It is amazing and still finds daily play on my ipod.

The coolest part about this album, the genius part is that he did a short film to go along with the album. Like videos, but they tell the story of the album as a whole. Here's a little snippy snips.

After obsessing over Friendly Fire, I saw Sean Lennon in concert. He blew my mind. So I came home and wrote this.

Saturday, April 28, 2007

Sean Lennon makes me swoon... Tonight I came to a realization. I am that fan. I am her. I am the one I always laughed at when I'd watch A Hard Day's Night with my friends. You know the one. The one that would grab her ears and scream until she passed out. This one. I always thought that I MIGHT be that girl. But it had never happened exactly like that. I have seen weezer more times than I can count, I met Rivers Cuomo a couple of those times. And I'm in love with Rivers Cuomo. It was awesome. But I never once got dizzy, blacked-out and tried to hold back that feeling of vomit. I didn't think it existed. At least not on Earth. Perhaps, though, Disneyland no longer counts as Earth... Even though it is its happiest place. For me anyway. After tonight. April 27th, 2007 will be the day that I became her. I became the fan. Sean Lennon played the House of Blues in Anaheim. Downtown Disney. There was an opening band called Women and Children". They were alright, but for their last song, they brought out a "friend" and as Sean Lennon stepped out and tossed a guitar onto his shoulder, it happened. I tried shifting my weight because I thought that I was locking my knees or something. I kept trying to swallow the mass amounts of saliva that were now pooling under my tongue. I was very uncomfortable. And I could not take my eyes from him. I was mesmorized. And all I could think of was that little boy craddled by JOHN LENNON that I'd seen in pictures a million times. A million times I'd seen these pictures and believed they didn't exist. They weren't real. There was no way that any of it could be real. But it is real. And he looks like him. Just like him. And I became that girl. I regained composure between acts, and I could see him as I had before, as a hot guy who played awesome music, but for that one moment..... This and this became this and this which lead to this

So he's in this new band with an impossibly beautiful, and dumb girl, girlfriend, whatevs. And they're hot together and they make real good music and it just makes me, it makes me hate her and love her all at once. Anyway. They are called Ghost of a Saber Toothed Tiger

I think they are making an album right now. That will definitely be mine. So in the mean time, you can stalk him here on YouTube and at seanonolennon.com - which is a super rad site, by the way, and you can see some really great photos by older (half)bro, Julian.

Oh, also enjoy this little viddy that I cannot stop watching.